The Lost Memories (a Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter 6 - Dean

I pretend to keep reading while Castiel sits across from me. He's reading a book with a leather binding and a thick spine. I read the title and notice it has absolutely nothing to do with demons. It's talking about how to kill shape shifters. He looks intently at the writing and I tilt my head to see his face a little more clearly.
"Dean, what are you doing?" He asks, noticing me leaning a bit.
"I could ask you the same thing. You're not even reading about demons." I reply gesturing to the book. "I don't exactly know what shifters have to do with anything at the moment."
"Oh, you noticed that." He says, starting to turn red. "I felt too embarrassed to go back to the shelf and get a proper one so I just thought why not?"
"Why would you feel embarrassed?" I ask starting to rise from my chair to go to the kitchen to get us both beer.
"I don't know actually. I trust you not to mock me." He says looking down. I walk past him and towards the fridge. I hear Cas get up from his chair and his footsteps follow me to the kitchen. I grab two beers and I gesture towards the table where two chairs sit across from each other. "Find anything about the demons in your father's journal?" He asks taking the beer from my hand.
"Not exactly. Mostly stuff we already knew." I say taking the cap off. I slide the can-opener to Cas and he just looks at it with a confused look on his face.
"What am I supposed to do with that?" He asks picking it up carefully. I try not to laugh at him as I gently take the bottle-opener from his hand and demonstrate slowly on my own bottle as if the cap were still on.
"You just angle it so it takes the top off. Try on yours." I say handing back the opener. He picks it up and tries to mirror my movements but when he tries to angle it, the bottle slides under the pressure of his hand holding the beer. He tries again and this time he actually gets the cap off but the bottle slides again. The alcohol inside the bottle splashes out and most of it lands on Cas' jacket. I burst into laughter as I watch him look down at his trench coat with a blank expression. He looks up and me and when he sees that I'm laughing, he begins to smile and he stands up to go to the sink so I stand to help him out. He starts cleaning the beer out of his coat when I help him take it off to get a better view of it. It fills up the outside near his left sleeve and I notice that some of it got on his shirt as well.
"Um Cas..?" I ask glancing down at the stain. He looks down to his shirt and quickly brings up his hand but I catch it and set it down next to him. I gently take the wet cloth from his closed hand and start taking the beer out of his shirt. "Wow this really isn't coming out." I say quietly laughing to myself. I look up into Castiel's deep eyes and give him a look as if demanding for permission. He nods slowly and I start to unbutton his shirt. I help him slide his arms out of the sleeves and I bring his shirt over to the sink.
"I can clean it myself if you want, Dean." He says following me and turns on the faucet. "I may be an angel of heaven but it doesn't mean I don't know how to clean a shirt."
"No it's fine, I have this. Why don't you go get yourself a beer." I say nodding towards the fridge. He turns and grabs a drink. He walks to the table and I continue cleaning the liquid from the shirt. He comes back to my side next to the counter handing me my unfinished bottle. I take it from his hand and find myself staring at his bare chest. I quickly look away, hoping he didn't see me and I finish cleaning the liquor.
"It's probably going to take a while to dry, do you mind lending me a shirt?" He asks.
"Sure, follow me." I say walking to the stairs. We go into the guest bedroom and I kneel down to grab the duffel bag filled with some of my clothing. I grab him a navy blue t-shirt and he takes it, hesitating slightly.
"Are you sure it's okay? I could just go to a store to buy one." He asks moving the fabric through his fingers.
"You're going to go to the store shirtless?" I say smiling.
"Isn't that normal?"
"Only if you want to give the sales lady an orgasm." I reply, staring at his abs. "Just wear my shirt, it's absolutely fine. Unless you want to walk around the house without a shirt which is absolutely fi-" I say stopping myself before I reveal anything. He gives me a confused look and stares down at the shirt. He lifts it over his head but instead of going through the top, his head goes through one of the sleeves. All I see is a bunch of black hair and one of his arms that went through the hole where his head is supposed to be.
"You humans make this seem so easy." He says, clawing at the shirt to fix it. If anything he just makes it worse.
"Yeah, that's because we've had our whole lives to practice." I say walking up to him to help out.
"After being a human for nearly a month, you'd think I'd had the time to practice but most of the time I had someone's help."
"Well maybe you should get changed more often." I say gently grabbing the hem of his- well my shirt actually. I lift it up over his head and ease his arm out of the top of the shirt. I readjust it and slide it over his shoulders and down to his waist. As my hands start removing themselves from the shirt, Castiel catches them and lays them down under the shirt and onto his skin. I open my mouth to object but he takes away one of his hands from mine to lay his index finger on my lips. He closes his eyes and brings his hand back down to mine and he gently pushes them to rest on his back. I'm so close to him that I can feel the heat radiating from his body and the warmth beneath my hands. He slowly releases my hands and brings them up to cup the back of my neck. Gently, he pulls me in closer, so close that we are practically breathing the same air.
"Cas, what are you doing?" I ask, stuttering over each word. He doesn't respond. He just leans in and brushes his lips against mine. I close my eyes and kiss him back, feeling a shiver crawl up my spine. His fingers start lightly pulling at my hair and I move my hands around his back. We finally pull apart after what seems like forever and he just stands there, staring at me.
"What was that?" I ask, finally registering what just happened.
"I don't really know. I just.." He says, struggling to find the right words. "Did I just make a huge mistake? Maybe I should hav-"
"Woah hold on there." I say cutting him off. "That wasn't a mistake at all. I just wasn't expecting that."
"Oh... Okay." He says and, for what feels like hours, we both stand there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do until Castiel finally speaks up.
"Maybe we should go back downstairs to find more on Crowley."
"Lead the way." I say and follow him out the door and down the staircase.